A/N: Hi, this is my new fic about Bellatrix. Maybe out of character in some chapters, but I promise you I will try and prevent it from happening! Please review and if you do have to criticise. Please be constructive Thanks. By the way it is AU.

Running

(Bella's POV)

I am out of breath, yet I still keep running. I need to outrun Potter. I can hear his footsteps behind me. I know I need to outrun him, he will get the Aurors to throw me in Azkaban. I hated Azkaban, it was so cold and that was the first time of my life I was afraid. Dementors feasted on my happy memories. Narcissa giving birth to Draco is just one. I still can't describe how happy I was for her to have a beautiful son.

I am running through the Atrium. I need to get to the fireplace.

"Crucio!" Shouts Potter.

I fall to the ground. There is a stab of pain, like knives digging into your skin, but all of a sudden it stops.

Potter, is stood there in front of me, his wand pointing at me. I whimper slightly, I am at his mercy and my wand is over the other side of the hall.

He stares directly in my eyes.

A harsh, cold voice then echoes round the hall.

"Bellatrix Lestrange, you at the mercy of Harry Potter. I am very disappointed." It hisses harshly.

I recognise it immediately.

"My Lord!" I cry. "I am sorry I really am."

My master appears in front of me.

"I will talk to you later Bellatrix, and be prepared to suffer." He says coldly.

Though I wish he had shouted. I hate hearing that disappointed cold tone.

"Disapparate now!" he commands.

I am not foolish enough to disobey his order, and I do as he says.

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I am sat in the meeting room of the inner circle, on the chair closest to his grand one. I try to stop the tears but they are flowing thick and fast, I can't help it, the only thing I am scared of is losing the Dark Lord's favour. I know it will happen tonight.

I conjured a quill and some parchment, and wrote:

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My Lord and Master will punish me, as I am the only death eater left who went to the ministry tonight. It was Lucius's fault, for not getting the prophecy. I am going to lose his favour.

I did not know why I just wrote that, but I suppose it is my mind trying to deal with what I am about to face.

I set down the quill and the tears still flow, pain rips through my heart.

I Bellatrix Lestrange for the first time fear the Dark Lord's wrath, as it will be directed at me, and only me.

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A/N: I know it is short, but I will continue with it. Please review and tell me what you think. –Hugs to everyone who reviews-